The Legendary Man Chapter 713-Even Vicador was slightly taken aback when he heard the voice.
Turning his head around, he saw an old man with a big, bushy beard in a suit slowly walking over from the end of the corridor.
“Grandpa!” shouted Antoine the moment he noticed the elderly man.
Vicador and Aidan, who dared not take the matter lightly, also trotted over to bow respectfully to the old man. “Greetings, Mr. Ivanov!”
Not only was the elderly man before them of high status, but he also had an aura so intense that people would be compelled to kneel before him.
Ivanov, who had saved Antoine at River Onxy with just an illusionary clone, was one of the four Divine Realm experts of Remdik.
If he wanted to, he could kill the people in front of him in just the blink of an eye.
The tsar would not bat an eye even if Vicador, the general of the Remdikian Southern Army, died, much less Aidan of the Medved Army.
Slap!
After sending Vicador violently into the wall, Ivanov slowly retracted his hand. There was nothing but indifference and stillness in his eyes. “Do you know why you were hit, Vicador?”
“I do, Sir,” replied Vicador tremblingly after getting up. “We ruined the tsar’s plan and hindered the Remdikian army from entering Doveston because we rushed to see Jonathan.”
“So you’re well aware,” stated Ivanov calmly before swiftly pulling a gold bottle out of his storage ring. “This is the holy water I got from the tsar. You and Alexander should tend to your wounds first.” After handing the bottle to Antoine, Ivanov shifted his attention back to Vicador. “The Chanaean cultivators who entered Remdik got away, didn’t they?”
“We only managed to kill one because they were too many of them. We would’ve died if we had taken them head-on. Jonathan was the worst among them; he was able to use Pryncyp to—”
Before Vicador could finish his explanation, Ivanov gestured for him to stop. “I don’t want to hear your nonsense. I’ll deal with Jonathan. The reason I’m here is to inform you of the tsar’s decision. From this day onward, you’ll be relieved of your position as the general of the Remdikian Southern Army and become an advisor to the Medved Army instead. You’ll take Alexander’s place until he recovers. In addition, Charleigh’s troop has suffered heavy losses after running into the Chanaean cultivators, so you’re to pick the Superior Realm cultivators from the Medved Army, Snow Wolf Army, and the other two troops and send them to Charleigh’s laboratory.”
“Are we sending people there again?” Aidan lifted his head to question Ivanov, who then attacked him with immense spiritual energy by just giving him a look.
Immediately, Aidan vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, feeling as if he was hit with a sledgehammer.
“Don’t question the tsar’s decision unless you wish to die.”
“Yes, Sir…” responded Aidan in pain while lying on the ground.
As for Vicador, who was next to Aidan, he dared not even look up.
“You’ve probably gotten too comfortable being in charge of the borders of Merania and Chanaea. If this happens again, I’ll save the tsar the trouble and kill you myself,” said Ivanov as he slowly walked past the two.
“Let us send you off, Mr. Ivanov.”
Meanwhile, in the depths of Delisgar Ridge, Joshua finally broke into a smile when he looked at the slightly glowing ring on his finger.
“This is it,” said Joshua standing on a large rock with Hayden looking the worse for wear next to him.
“I suggest you stop trying to fool me, Joshua. You have eight respectable families coming after you. Only we, the Zinks, are on your side, but you’ll have nobody if you keep stringing me along,” Hayden uttered in a deep voice, wrapped in bear skin. “Even though we’re not a respectable family yet, we know much about one. It’s basic that ancestral land has sufficient spiritual energy and is suitable for cultivation. Just look at this place. It’s completely devoid of spiritual energy. Are you sure this is your family’s ancestral land?”
“Positive,” replied Joshua with a burst of hearty laughter. “What you have in mind about ancestral land being filled with spiritual energy is nonsense! When we enter my family’s ancestral land, I’ll show you what a real paradise is like.”
When Hayden heard that, he moved closer to Joshua. “I know all ancestral lands are protected, but I’ve never seen someone locked out of their own family’s. When will we be able to enter? Is there a specific day?”
Joshua shook his head. “Nobody knows when that is. Not even my ancestors knew, much less me.”
“Damn it!” cursed Hayden while throwing the bear skin on him away before jumping three feet high in anger. “You’re toying with me, aren’t you, Joshua? I thought the method of entering the ancestral land was lost because your family got wiped out, but now you’re telling me that not even your ancestors knew about it? How does that make any sense? You’re testing my patience here, Joshua, and it’s about to run out!” He swiftly pulled out a mysterious-looking chain that was more than one meter long and had electricity flashing across it.
Joshua’s pupils immediately constricted when he felt the pressure coming from the chain. “That’s Pryncyp. Where did you get that?”
“That’s none of your business,” responded Hayden coldly. “I’m giving you one last chance, Joshua. Can you enter the Whitley family’s ancestral land or not?”
“I can.”
“How?”
“Wait,” answered Joshua calmly. “We wait for the ancestral land to open by itself.”
“Why you little…” Hayden got so upset that he was ready to bind Joshua with his chain, yet Joshua remained as calm as the sea.
“Hayden, you only have two options. Either you choose to believe me, or you kill me. However, even with your Pryncyp weapon, I doubt you have what it takes to do that.”
“I can wait, but how long will it take?” questioned Hayden, holding his chain with murderous intent in his eyes.
“Maybe a day, maybe a year. There’s no way to tell,” replied Joshua coldly.
Hayden tightened his grip on the chain but eventually took a deep breath and sat cross-legged beside Joshua. “Joshua, my family will be wiped out should anybody discovers that I’ve helped you escape. I’ll kill you if that happens.”
“Don’t worry. After you enter the ancestral land with me, I’ll ensure your family answers to one person only in Chanaea,” promised Joshua with a smile as he gazed at the snow in the distance, filled with excitement. Two thousand years ago, my ancestors left our real ancestral land and entered Chanaea to build our family. After two thousand years, the ancestral land is finally about to open again!
